Under the huge disinterested sky of Big Country
the restlessness since inception, the drifting
the barren pursuit of wealth wrested from Earth
the temporary encampment the beans and coffee
the excavation of the arid lands with abandon
the reduction of natural substance to fossil and pulp
the resistance to permanent settlement
the pick up stakes and go once the money's gone
under the huge disinterested sky

You have given us pause, amid a day of bedlam building projects going on all around us, by instilling the chilling fear that everything in this modest little post -- EXCEPT, that is, the immortal appeal of the ex pornographer to the moronism of the American Xian masses --

falls into “oblivion,” thatpause in which “thing”

is in sight, the subject ofthought,

but no, no, it cannot be true.

Still mystery lingered until I worked up the nerve to ask someone down the block, who took a look, and said, it all looks good from here, maybe your commenter was just lost in the grey whiteness of fog.

(Another chapter in the great epic of Fun on the Net.)

In any case, while we're here, let me simply, on behalf of Mr. Perry, apologize right here to everybody in this world for absolutely everything.